The Ballroom Thieves - Saint monica

^DShe stood like a ^Gwolf in the doorway ^EThe others laid ^Dbare on the ^F#ground ^ENow she makes her ^Gbed out of Brooklyn ^Cinstead And I sleep with the ^Ggoddamn hounds

^DHer voice for a mo^Gment of lenience ^EAnd her words for the ^Dcoin in your ^F#jar ^EAnd while she pays her ^Gdues as another ^Cman's muse I still can't tell my ^Ghead from my heart

^DCan I know all that I am? ^CLest I forget I'm a decent man ^G

^DNow she drinks and I ^Gsmoke as we please to ^EWhile the other ^Dmen fall to their ^F#knees ^EAnd a trifling ^Gpart in the back of ^Cmy heart Says if ever that ^Gcoward is me

^DMaybe if I begged some ^Gold saint for her patience ^EAnd then sold ^Dit to pay for her ^F#time ^E'Til I wake up one ^Gday and to all my ^Cdismay That old face in the ^Gcoffin is mine

^DCan I know all that I am? ^CLest I forget I'm a decent, ^Goh, I'm a decent man

^DShe stood like a ^Gwolf in the doorway